Last Leaves Rattle

Last leaves Rattle
children 'round the glimmering lawn tattle.
Steely birds wheel in December's sky
It's far too late,
far too easy to say 'goodbye'.

To say what cannot be fathomed
to tower over hours of words
then die.
It's far too easy to hate
far too late to say 'goodbye'.

To fracture my mummy's tomb
perpetually born into a narrow room
Mountains to the blue clouds cry.
It's far too early
and far too soon to say 'goodbye'.

Say Goodbye to inverted worlds of dream
where we walk on shiny streets of fire
past midnight
fall from sight
All that is is stone.

Walls upon walls in the wreckage
sharp screaming walls
will not fly.
It's far from morning,
and too late to say 'goodbye'.

Echoes fail to answer
echoes have no home
echoes pulse in silence.
There is a song
but it it's too late to say 'goodbye'.

Say Goodbye to inverted worlds of dream
where we walk on shiny streets of fire
past midnight
fall from sight
All that is is stone.

Hope finds hope
words run like fire like light
like sky.
In an eternity of darkness
it's too late to say 'goodbye'.

Treachery, war:
unprovoked, eternal,
without cease from Eden until we die.
There t is late
far too late to say 'goodbye'.